If I had planted flower seeds
They’d be long since gone
They’d’ve floated to a river
and drifted till the dawn

They’d’ve met the Mississippi
Trying to find a place to go
Maybe someplace further on
They’d have a place to grow

They’d get kinda water-logged
And fish would eat a few
The rest would stick together
With the help of friendship glue

On to the Gulf of Mexico
That’s a long, long trip
There they would seperate 
Some got aboard a ship

Several stopped in Cuba
They went here and there
A couple went to Cancun, an
Corpus Christi got a pair

Those who were not eaten
and those who floated on
Got themselves to fertile soil
and bloomed in early dawn